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Jonas had started to walk on his own, not really interested in the others, however he felt over the corse of the journey his will change opinion from 'not interesting' to something else, maybe they'll grow on him, maybe they'll make him hate them, only time could tell and to be honest he couldn't honest give a hoot at that moment at time. All he wanted to walk and drink the contents of his beer bootle. However he couldn't help notice a new comer who seemed to know the girl he talked with earlier. It was really this point when his mind started to drift, however he still seemed to know where he was and where to go, his mind was in a completely different place.

Even had been watching the whole thing, too timid too approach the scene in case that man killed the girl as soon as soon as he did. Why oh why was Toa just marching around his fire soldiers still. Come on, Pyromancer, use some real magic. he silently urged.

OOS: Sorry for "scribble-post." Had two seconds until I had to be five miles away. But I fixed it.

"The beauty and genius of a work of film may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished fiction may yet again inspire the screenplay-writer; but when the last individual of a race of living directors, of artists, breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again." -William Beebe, modified in memorial of the twentieth century

Ah, he was angry. Still. Some people never learned to let the past lie.

"I have no idea what the price on Irithoi's head is, if there even is one," Hoshiko hissed back under her breath, pitching her voice just right, so the wind would carry it to Xan and no one else. "And I can assure you, if there is, I'd help him rather than harm him. I'm an assassin, not a double-crossing -----." She smiled slightly. "And we both know it isn't the sword that saves you, it's the method with which you choose to wield it."

It was then that the others decided to jump in. Hishoko waited to see what would come of it, and found herself in exactly the same situation.

"Now, as a more professional approach; Why are you here? And what is your purpose in this caravan? Ma'am," Xan continued, raising his voice to a more audible level.

"I'm here because the caravan's here, obviously," Hishoko replied, a sharper edge creeping into her voice. "And my purpose in this caravan is to travel to Ryuu-Tokai. Again, obviously. Even though you seem to think otherwise, you have my word I am not 'after' anyone in this caravan. I don't attack people without good reason." Her voice dropped again, though not so low that no one could hear it.

"And if you think having your axes at my neck gives you any kind of advantage, prepare to be disillusioned."

Toa noticed everything wasn't so jolly as he realized what was happening. Or at least what he thought was happening. The fire soldiers, having somewhat of a free will, saw that armored man as a threat to Hoshiko and decided to make a joke by charging him with their tiny war cries and ease the situation, as they were still doing at the moment. Then the man walking by Hoshiko and another man he had seen in the cantina started to converse with the armored man with their weapons drawn. Toa walked closer and saw that the armored man had both axes placed on Hoshiko's shoulders. Now if she were some criminal that needed to be put to justice, he would have been fine with it. But she had done nothing wrong so far as he was concerned and that wouldn't do. He also heard the man with the bow speak and Hoshiko speak. Whether the armored man would listen, Toa did not know. But just incase he tried something, he quietly summoned two 6 ft. deadly fire soldiers and had them walk close behind the armored man, but not enough for him to feel the heat.

Then Toa walked up to the man's left and said "I know that you're probably doing it for the safty of the caravan, but I would have thought that Irithoi would have asked her the same questions." Toa was friendly in his tone, as he did not want trouble when the journey was just beginning.

Yes, about time thought Even, relieved. His muscles started to relax again.

OOS:*snore*

"The beauty and genius of a work of film may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished fiction may yet again inspire the screenplay-writer; but when the last individual of a race of living directors, of artists, breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again." -William Beebe, modified in memorial of the twentieth century

"And my purpose in this caravan is to travel to Ryuu-Tokai. Again, obviously. Even though you seem to think otherwise, you have my word I am not 'after' anyone in this caravan. I don't attack people without good reason." Said Hoshiko.

"Unless given a hefty sum of money," he said to her quietly, knowing that if her purpose really was peace, then announcing her other job was all too senseless.

"And if you think having your axes at my neck gives you any kind of advantage, prepare to be disillusioned." Said Hoshiko to him threatenly, it seemed.

"Well, that may be true with all your aeromancer powers...but you never could take me on in a square fight," he jeered at her quietly, but not enough so that anyone wouldn't hear him.

"I know that you're probably doing it for the safty of the caravan, but I would have thought that Irithoi would have asked her the same questions." Said a young man who had been making and controling the fire soldiers.

"Finally someone who has some sense," Xan said to no one in particular. "Well, Irithoi's cautious, but not too bright when it comes to knowing all things great and small," he responded with an odd metaphor. "She could have lied her teeth out for all he knew," he stated an obvious, and simple fact.

Xan reverted his attention to Hoshiko, "well, what will it be Hoshiko? Will you assure me in some way, beyond your word, that your purpose here is absolute peace? Or will you have those who are not your friends fight your battles for you?" He said in a serious tone, he was all too fed up with all these distractions.

"But in you...I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will..."
"You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."
"But no Jedi ever made the choice you did. To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a wound in the Force..."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you...You are more precious than you know..."-now...it's verbatim!-A quote from Darth Traya (Kreia)

"Well, that may be true with all your aeromancer powers...but you never could take me on in a square fight," Xan said mockingly.

No chance, Hoshiko thought. Xan might be stronger, with better armor, but she was quicker, and Xan had a habit of severely underestimating the shadow arts. While he was at it, he might have defined "square fight," too. Hoshiko figured that you should use what you have to your advantage in any situation, unless training some specific facet of your skills.

"She could have lied her teeth out for all he knew," he mentioned to Toa. True enough. But I never have and I never will.

"Well, what will it be Hoshiko?" he continued, turning his attention back to her. "Will you assure me in some way, beyond your word, that your purpose here is absolute peace? Or will you have those who are not your friends fight your battles for you?"

"You forgot the third choice," Hoshiko remarked. "I don't give you any assurance whatsoever, and I fight my own battles, as I have always done." She shook her head. Starting a fight on the first day of the trip would not be a good thing.

"And what kind of assurance would you ask for?" she questioned. "Beyond my word, I'm afraid I don't have very much to convince you." And why he wouldn't accept her word she didn't know. He thought he knew her, but he had somehow missed one of the most integral parts of her character.

Carwyn had taken a step back, putting some distance between himself and the man resting his axes on Hoshiko's shoulders. He had also raised his bow up again level with the man's head.

Words were exchanged all around, and the situation didn't really get any better. Carwyn was getting a bit antsy.

"Hey guys, my arm is getting kinda tired. Do you think we could continue the discussion over a plate of cookies? Maybe some s'mores, if the nice pyromancer would start up a fire?" Carwyn kept his voice hopeful. "Whaddaya say?"

Akira was wandering a little by the town when he went to the town gates where Irithoi told them to go. There, he noticed Aya, that young merchant he had seen before. She was with a pony.

"Well, hi there Aya!" He shouted.

"H-i," Aya said absently to Akira as her eyes followed Kyo towards the back of the caravan to deal with an apparent disagreement between an armoured guard and the white-haired mage and Carwyn. Interested in seeing what was happening she stopped to watch. "Akira, any idea what's going on over th....Aaah!"

Bob hadn't stopped. And because Aya was holding Bob's lead in her hand, she soon found her feet were no longer touching the ground, having been suddenly replaced by her posterior.

But after feeling the extra weight on his lead, the pony did stop, but not after having dragged Aya for a few feet. Aya soon picked herself, feeling a flush of embarrassment flood her cheeks. Bob whickered softly.

"Apology accepted," she said to him as she brushed the dirt from her skirt.

She glance at Aikira, giving him a quick grin in apology for her clumsiness, and then turned her attention back to the scuffle. Carwyn had his bow out now, aiming it at the guard. Kyo also looked like he was ready to pounce.

"Uh oh," she murmured. "This could get ugly."

Then she thought she could hear Carwyn say, "Hey guys, my arm is getting kinda tired. Do you think we could continue the discussion over a plate of cookies? Maybe some s'mores, if the nice pyromancer would start up a fire? Whaddaya say?"

Aya grinned, deciding then and there that she really liked Carwyn. She quickly dug around in one of Bob's sacks, pulled out a small brown-paper bag, then placed two fingers in her mouth and blew out a shrill whistle to get Carwyn's attention. "I've got marshmallows if you need them," she called out to him, holding up the bag for him to see. "Free of charge!" she added.

Carwyn heard a loud whistle and cocked his head in the direction of the noise. His eyebrows arched as he saw Aya holding up a bag. "I've got marshmallows if you need them," she yelled. "Free of charge!"

His lips curled up into a small crooked grin. Thank goodness for small blessings. "Thanks Aya!" he shouted back at her. Turning his attention back to the confrontation, he implored them yet again. "See? We've got marshmallows already. All we need are some graham crackers and chocolate, and we're cooking. Well, provided we have a fire." He tossed a wink to the pyromancer.

"So c'mon, what say you? We could even get Irithoi here too. I'm sure he'd much rather be eating a s'more than cleaning up pools of blood. I know I would!"

Toa smiled and said cheerfully "Yeah, we could make s'mores, maybe I could show you guys some more fire tricks, and maybe I can make us the type of s'mores that the people from the west volcanos make if you've never tried them and I can find the ingrediants. The're the best in my opinion." The tiny fire soldiers now left to gather things for burning such as sticks and twings, or by working together, branches. The larger fire soldiers had now backed off a little bit to give some breathing room.

" Where are the Wine merchants here ? " : thought Bora Cho , he had past several wagons of the caravan , but none of the drivers where Wine or Beer merchants . Feeling that he was becoming sober , made his happy mood dissapear and the tension of escalation on the back of the caravan did not help .

Then he heard a sharp wistle , Bora Cho looked up , he heard a womens voice yelling about cookies .

He walked more to the front of the long row of travellers , nothing , this caravana was as dry as the Morgenth Desert from the tale of Ustan The Great .

He then took his short stick , planted it hard in the ground , did a high kick spin in the air and leaped a great distance back . Practising more of his fighting techniques he moved back to where all the commotion was around the white haired mage .

He kept doing his wonky moves around the stressed group , this small distraction might good enough to let of some steam , laughing was always a good remedie .

"Aaaaaahh! Aha!" Even smiled and went to go gather as much wood as possible. Besides, even is this didn't work, he wanted to try West Volcano s'mores, so he could say he knew something about them.

"The beauty and genius of a work of film may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished fiction may yet again inspire the screenplay-writer; but when the last individual of a race of living directors, of artists, breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again." -William Beebe, modified in memorial of the twentieth century

"You forgot the third choice," Hoshiko remarked. "I don't give you any assurance whatsoever, and I fight my own battles, as I have always done."

"I knew the third choose, and I knew you'd remark on it...but I won't fight you unless you attack me, or someone in the caravan....or, unless you swear to fight me one-on-one, in a fair...or should I say, square fight. No magic," he quiped.

"And what kind of assurance would you ask for?" she questioned. "Beyond my word, I'm afraid I don't have very much to convince you."

"Hm, there's plenty of things; you could be bound to me by tethers, you could be sworn to my service until we get to Ryuu-Tokai, you could let me confiscate your weapons and some other item that would assure that you wont use your aeromancy, and there's other options, you choose," he said harshly. "Or, I could just follow you around the caravan, where ever you go, I will go, hm? Who ever you talk to, I'll be there listening and watching, where ever you sleep I shall be nearby, would you rather me do that?" He asked.

Xan heard the ranger whine about something, then the lady with the pony whistled, then started waving a bag around. Then he saw others commenting and making remarks on, s'mores.

"No, no talks by a fire to set old debts aside, this isn't about the past, this is about here and now. My contract stated, and I quote: If I percieve anyone as a threat, I am allowed to approach them and question their motives. If I percieve a danger in anyone, I am allowed to have my weapon or weapons drawn, for the safety of the caravan, and myself. If they attack, or even threaten, I'm allowed to defend the caravan, and myself. If they denie me proper answers to my questions, I'm allowed to detain them. Am I clear people? I'm doing my job, if any of you interfere further, I will be forced to detain you, as another part of my job dictates, is that understood people?" He asked all the people around him.

He yet again turned his attention to Hoshiko, "If you haven't come to kill anyone in the caravan, then who are you going to kill in Ryuu-Tokai? Or have you come to finally end my miserable existance?" He asked quietly, his voice was rather sad at saying such a thing.

"But in you...I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will..."
"You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."
"But no Jedi ever made the choice you did. To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a wound in the Force..."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you...You are more precious than you know..."-now...it's verbatim!-A quote from Darth Traya (Kreia)

"I knew the third choose, and I knew you'd remark on it...but I won't fight you unless you attack me, or someone in the caravan....or, unless you swear to fight me one-on-one, in a fair...or should I say, square fight. No magic," Xan quipped.

"Hm, there's plenty of things; you could be bound to me by tethers, you could be sworn to my service until we get to Ryuu-Tokai, you could let me confiscate your weapons and some other item that would assure that you wont use your aeromancy, and there's other options, you choose," he said harshly.

"Ah, there's nothing I could give you that would prevent me from using my aeromancy," Hoshiko said.

"Or, I could just follow you around the caravan, wherever you go, I will go, hm? Who ever you talk to, I'll be there listening and watching, wherever you sleep I shall be nearby, would you rather me do that?" He asked.

"Fine with me," she said. "Not like you wouldn't do it anyway."

After looking around and clearly stating his job to all the people nearby, Xan turned back to Hoshiko.

"If you haven't come to kill anyone in the caravan, then who are you going to kill in Ryuu-Tokai? Or have you come to finally end my miserable existance?" He asked quietly, with a sad voice.

"Hmmm?" Hoshiko dropped her voice to the same level as his. "I don't think I'm going to kill anyone in Ryuu-Tokai, unless they try to mug me, that is. Or they stand behind me perpetually holding axes on my shoulders. That might do it too." She shook her head again. "And why would I be after you? I have no reason to kill you, unless you actually want your 'miserable existence' ended, in which case I would be only too happy to oblige."

“Man, what a grump!” Aya commented, after listening to Xan the Armoured Security Man announce to the entire caravan his job specifications and the penalties for interference of said job.

She wasn’t too keen on any kind of ‘mancers’, Aero or otherwise, but she was definitely not liking how Xan was treating the white-haired mage. After all, she hadn’t done anything to anyone, and it certainly wasn’t in anyone’s best interest to anger the Aeromancer. Especially when there was a sea voyage ahead.

Aya had no weapons to speak of, but she wasn’t standing for the security master’s bullying. “Hey, you! Leave her alone! She hasn’t done anything!” And with that said, she reached into her paper bag, pulled out a jumbo-sized marshmallow, and threw it at him as hard as she could. It didn’t do any damage—just impaled itself on his armoured helmet.

“And there’s more where that came from!” Aya threatened, as she weighed the bag in her hand. “So you just better… better…” She paused, not knowing exactly what to say next. She wasn’t in the habit of threatening anyone. “You’d just better watch it, pal,” she ended up with, “and go ‘securitize’ the trail ahead of us instead of messing around with ‘mancers and rangers and… and the rest of us travellers!”

Ah, there was enough wood in that pile now. And that guard clearly wasn't gonna kill the Aeromancer yet. "That goes for me too," he added, "You mess with the lady, you mess with my four axes. And you have an uncouncious theif to throw out o' the wagons way, someone who actually DID try to harm someone in the caravan."

"The beauty and genius of a work of film may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished fiction may yet again inspire the screenplay-writer; but when the last individual of a race of living directors, of artists, breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again." -William Beebe, modified in memorial of the twentieth century

Takara was watching silently, but when Aya hurled the marshmallow, she couldn't help but chuckle. "Indeed," she told the merchent, "you can scarce find a better weapon than a sticky puffball to combat a man in full body armor... nice shot, though."

Though she joked, Takara was silently glad Katsuro had run off to the front of the caravan. This situation was just the sort of thing he might attempt to barge into... and Takara knew it was way over his head.

Carwyn's ears were good, honed from years of practice, so he could've sworn he'd heard the armored security man say something about "my miserable existence", to which Hoshiko replied with something about "your miserable existence". This all came after the security guard had announced his purpose and intentions. Clearly, he perceived Hoshiko as a threat. Now, he wasn't too keen on the specifics of aeromancy, but he was pretty sure that it had to do with lightning and other such nastiness. And if Hoshiko's increasingly angry tone was any indication, it was clear that she could defend herself if it came to that.

He let out a small sigh, then quickly swallowed it up as a rather large marshmallow impacted the security guard's helmet. Carwyn glanced over in Aya's direction again and saw the merchant woman shaking her bag of marshmallows angrily at the security guard. “And there’s more where that came from!” she called out. “So you just better… better… You’d just better watch it, pal and go ‘securitize’ the trail ahead of us instead of messing around with ‘mancers and rangers and… and the rest of us travellers!”

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Carwyn couldn't help but let the full-blown grin that was tugging at the corners of his mouth spread across his face. She's sweet, he thought to himself. Taking note that the pirate-y looking person with axes had entered his lot into the confrontation, Carwyn lowered his bow.

"It's clear that you've got some issues to work out amongst yourselves," he said, addressing Hoshiko and the guard. "Personally I was never very good at that whole mediating business, so I'm just going to leave you to it." He turned to move off in Aya's direction, but not before winking at Hoshiko. "Don't hurt him too much, Hosh. I could probably use some of his fancy armor for arrowheads." His voice was merry.

He trotted past the taciturn swordsman, patting him lightly on the shoulder. "All yours, mate." He then approached Aya. "Oy, don't be throwin' all of those at him! Those'd go in perfectly good s'mores!"

"Indeed," she told the merchant, "you can scarce find a better weapon than a sticky puffball to combat a man in full body armor... nice shot, though."

“Thanks!” Aya replied to the woman. “I pride myself on accuracy with foodstuffs. All I can say is that he’s derned lucky I wasn’t carrying fresh tomatoes!”

She saw Carwyn lower his bow, and grin. It looked like the tense situation was being defused, and Aya took a small amount of self-satisfaction at that. She didn’t like to see anyone get hurt without reason, especially any of her fellow travellers. There was a sort of code among the regulars in the caravan that they helped each other along the way. Once in the city, competition between them resumed, but out on the road…it was best that they stick together.

Carwyn said some words to the swordsmen, and to the mage, and then headed towards her. "Oy, don't be throwin' all of those at him! Those'd go in perfectly good s'mores!"

She grinned at him. “Yeah, well….” She shrugged lightly. “We need to find some chocolate and biscuits first. So…,” she said tentatively, “you want to walk along with me and Bob? I was sort of hoping to get in front of those ‘mancers. They’re sort of… well….” She paused, not really wanting to admit that they scared her. She settled with, “…unpredictable.”

She tossed him the bag of marshmallows. "Here. You'd better hold on to those. I don't trust myself not to throw another one. And the stale ones can be lethal."

"I bet they do," Akira grinned, still laughing on the inside because of her actions, yet, he still held a serious look on Xan. He hid his dagger once again and then looked around him. He saw a woman that had commented on Aya, a pirate, a some sort of drunken vagabond, Carwyn, Xan, the female aeromancer, the male pyromancer and the other swordsman. He held his eye on the swordsman though.

"I trust this can be solved by you guys," He said to them, "Aya, Carwyn, you mind some help?"

"I was sort of hoping to get in front of those ‘mancers. They’re sort of… well ….unpredictable." the talior said and Toa turned around looking angry.

" 'Macers? Unpredictable?" he said in an angry voice. Then he smiled and said "I guess you're right, although Hydros are the most boring and predictable people on the planet. And the most cold hearted too."

Then he turned back around and said "Look, if you don't want to settle it by the fire, then how about if you take it up with Irithoi? Even though you have permission to do all that stuff, this is his caravan and he is the one paying you."

Xan was about to comment on Hoshiko's complyance to ending his life, when something he barely felt hit his helmet.

He reached up and plucked it off, and brought it in front of his face. He brought it close, close for even a guy wearing a helmet. It was a marshmallow...Xan looked up and heard the woman with the pony threatening his intentions.

"Seems like you have everyone on your side Hoshiko," he said saddly, "as usual your deceptions win again."

Xan threw the marshmallow aside and lifted one of his axes, pointing it at the woman, "ma'am, I'll see you in ten minutes at the head of the caravan," he stated.

Then he heard the man with the weird hat threaten him. Xan pointed his axe at him now, "you too smart-alick."

"If either one of you don't show, I'll hunt you down and detain you in a most uncivil fashion," he stated darkly, pointing his axe from one to the other.

"I guess you win, Hoshiko, but I'll keep my eye on you," Xan said to Hoshiko, lifting his axes and putting them away. Xan pushed past Hoshiko with a shove from his shoulder and started walking towards the front of the caravan. He halted and turned his head slightely, "oh, and we'll definately continue our conversation, Hoshiko," he menaced, turning and continuing his journey to the front of the caravan.

"But in you...I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will..."
"You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."
"But no Jedi ever made the choice you did. To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a wound in the Force..."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you...You are more precious than you know..."-now...it's verbatim!-A quote from Darth Traya (Kreia)

Kyo frowned, glaring back at the armored man. He had no patience for idiots.

He turned forward again, forcing himself to relax again as the group broke apart.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

It was several hours later by the time they made camp. Dusk was nearly upon them when Irithoi had given the order to pull the wagons up in a circle and form the campsite. Fires were started, those who had brought tents had put them up.

Kyo sat at a relatively deserted campfire he himself had built, munching on a small bit of bread he had pulled from his bag. He ignored the others, already thinking through what he would do when he reached Ryuu-Tokai; what motions he would take to find the woman, what he would say when he did...

As they pulled in to camp, Takara watched the armored man for a moment, thoughtfully replaying one of his statements from much earlier in her head. Seems you have everyone on your side, Hoshiko. Takara cocked her head. Was that sadness in his voice? She nodded to herself. Yes, of course it was. After all, he'd only been trying to do his job.

"We're pulling in for a camping, and I missed a fight?" Katsuro's words jarred his mother from her thoughts.

"Yes, you did," she agreed, "quite toward the beginning of our trip. I'm very glad of it." She smiled faintly. "Though I think you would have enjoyed the part where the merchant woman," she gestured to Aya, "attacked the armored guard," gesturing to Xan, "with a marshmallow!"

Katsuro laughed. "Ho, well!" he said cheerfully. Then, more seriously, he said, "Did you know there's nobody my age around?"

Takara smiled. "Since when is that any different?"

Katsuro grinned. "No different, just commenting," he said. As he ran off to hunt for more stones for his slingshot, Takara pulled her bag from her shoulders and dropped it to the ground. From it, she pulled a black cloak. This, she drew over her shoulders and fastened about her neck. When this was done, she moved to the edge of the encampment and stared out into the distance.

Aya stood by her fire and then stared critically at her tent. It was definitely not as taut as it could be, sagging badly in the middle. But it wasn’t a bad effort for only having three tent stakes instead of four. She searched her tent bag again, but just couldn't find the other stake.

She was about to go and look for a suitably solid stick as a substitute when she noticed the young mother and little boy some yards away. And as the boy ran off to play with his slingshot, she had to grin. He reminded her of her little brother, Rui. But when she saw the young mother wrapping herself up in her cloak, her grin faded. It wasn’t right that they didn’t have a tent to sleep in.

She looked at her tent again. It wasn’t large, but there was room enough to share it with the mother and her boy. Even sagging in the middle as it was, it was better than sleeping outside.

“Hey,” she called out to the young mother. “You need a place to sleep tonight? I’ve got room in my tent to share. It’d be a lot warmer than roughing it outside. Plus, if my friends come through with some chocolate and graham crackers, or suitable substitutes, we'll be making s'mores. If not," she shrugged, "just toasted marshmallows. But either way, something sweet to eat."

As soon as Aya finished her sentance, Toa came along carrying an armful of dried wood followed by 2 of his tall fire soldiers carrying already burning wood and an army of tiny fire soldiers dragging lightly singed branches. They all dumped it into Aya's fire and it flared up a few feet for a few seconds before going down again. Then the fire soldiers went to get more wood and branches while Toa sat down in front of the fire.

"I imagine that we'll need quite a bit more wood before we can make Volcano S'mores. Also some large stones." he said to himself as he stared into the fire, another fire seeming to form in his own.

Carwyn came back to the campsite carrying a stack of firewood he'd gathered. He spotted Aya talking to the young mother and child who had joined the caravan late, motioning to her tent. Probably offering them her tent to stay the night, he surmised. He couldn't help but smile again, something he'd been doing most of the day conversing with Aya. The rest of the trip after that initial confrontation was pretty uneventful, and he and Aya had spent most of it talking and swapping stories, interrupted by only the cranky security guard giving Aya a stern talking-to.

He approached the campfire just as the pyromancer sat down. "I think this should be more than enough," he told Toa.

Carwyn sat down on the coat he'd spread out on the ground for himself earlier. He spotted the bag of marshmallows, picked one out and popped it into his mouth. Pulling off his right boot, he massaged his sore right foot as he chewed thoughtfully.

Xan stood outside the circle of wagons watching everyone, he had little rest with his job. He had to patrol the outside of the wagons, and when everyone went to sleep, he had to patrol the surrounding areas to make sure everything was clear.

He looked at the merchant lady's tent, it was sagging, missing a pole. He let out a snort and reached into the wagon he was standing near, the one he kept his gear in. He searched around with his hand until he found what he was looking for.

He looked at the proper sized tent pole, he had been on many battle campaigns, he knew to carry two or three extra at all times. "Here," he said, though he said it with no effort for her to hear him, whether she did or not he didn't care. At that he tossed the pole, it landed squarely infront of the womans tent.

He didn't wait for any gratitude or contempt, and started patroling around the wagons. He saw nothing, only darkness, and the still figures of trees. He sighed as he heard laughter and talking from the camp, he was alienated, hated, and alone...as always.

"But in you...I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will..."
"You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."
"But no Jedi ever made the choice you did. To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a wound in the Force..."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you...You are more precious than you know..."-now...it's verbatim!-A quote from Darth Traya (Kreia)

Akira said, bringing in a large sack, filled with chocolate and another with the graham crackers, "You wouldn't know the debts i had to take advantage for the chocolate and the crackers. But well, i guess it's better to have food than undebted debts," He smiled.

Akira let the sack rest besides Aya's tent and then sat down. He took out his long cape and put it on his previously set tent. He took out his bow and his arrow's and looked at them. The arrow's point's where made of pure steel. The arrow itself and the feathers where black. His bow's string was made of a very strong yet comfortable nylon. The bow, as well as the arrow's, was black. It started off like a normal bow but then made a curve, which was followed by the bow's handle which was followed by the same pattern, yet reversed: the curve first and then the bow ended.

"We need some some large stones for the molten rock and a few other matierials. Otherwise it won't be a Volcano S'more," Toa said smiling and then continued saying "But the soldiers are getting getting those. And then I can provide the proper heat. It would be nice if someone could provide alcohol to put in the flame, but it's not requiered."

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He didn't really may much attention to the fire, he clothing kept him warm enough to get by. Instead of joining the group he just stood around and stared out at the sky. He only really joined the group when he heard someone say "And we'll also need chocolate and graham crackers."

Jonas turned and said "Well I don't know about cracker but I have chocolate in my bag."

"You know," said the young man with the sword, "If you don't swing your weapons around in a crowd of people, people might like you better."

Xan just shook his helmeted head and continued his job walking away from the kid and his fire to another side of the circle of wagons, even though it had no sides technically.

"But in you...I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will..."
"You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."
"But no Jedi ever made the choice you did. To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a wound in the Force..."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you...You are more precious than you know..."-now...it's verbatim!-A quote from Darth Traya (Kreia)

"Don't bother," Akira said to the swordsman, "He's one of those stubborn persons that are just like that. As long as we can count on him for protection or something, we're alright. Say, what's your name?"

Akira was very curious to know him better, since he was a fellow Swordsman.